Cubic Pink Corruption 소설 & 이야기

Rebecca lay in the center of the cum-and-piss-soaked floor like a demolished fucktoy. Her prolapsed cunt hung out in a massive, swollen pink rosebud, constantly drooling thick rivers of seed mixed with urine. Her asshole was a ruined, puffy crater that gaped obscenely wide, farting bubbles of cum with every shallow breath. Her throat was raw and bruised, tits covered in bite marks, hickeys, and dried fluids. Makeup long ruined, hair matted with spit and cum—she looked exactly like what she had become: a completely corrupted, greedy cumdump who had betrayed every boundary for this night of ultimate depravity.

Through the corner of my eyes, I caught the source of that faint citrusy scent. I should've recognised from the start, but her blonde hair confirmed the suspicion. Her legs were lifted and spread apart, chained on either side to a wooden structure. The rest of her body, was bare, free and familiar. “I'll help you get a closer look” the voice continued. The pillory moved as though it's base was wheels, forcing me to find the strength to walk as it was rolled closer until I was only a couple feet in front of her… …in front of her glistening pink pussy, letting my recognise the birth mark on her inner thighs.

Gritting my teeth, I force him back, determined to keep my actions my own. I grab Amara by her arm, my grip firm as I pin her against the wall. The scent of pecans and waffles fills the air one last time—sweet, warm, and achingly familiar. I close my eyes for a moment, taking in the rich aroma, knowing these are the final seconds before everything changes.

He's now Phillip Hall, and Phillip Hall is much more stronger and fiercer. "Why not? Looks like he's a good man. You innocent, baby boy?" Diz asked him while she applies a bright pink glittery lipstick on her lips. Popping it so the color would cover her whole plump lips. "I'm sorry?" He's starting to get uncomfortable. Actually he's been uncomfortable since the time he stepped foot and sat on this chair he's sitting on right now.

“But brilliance often believes it can manage corruption without absorbing it.” Seraphina absorbed that quietly. “And you?” she asked. Dr. Singh gave a faint smile. “I believe corruption collapses faster when exposed to light.” “Even if it destabilizes everything?” “Yes.” Silence lingered. “You’re the dissent vote,” Seraphina said slowly. Dr. Singh nodded. “I voted to remove Marcus immediately.” “And you lost.” “Yes.” “Why stay?” Dr. Singh’s eyes sharpened. “Because systems only change from inside if someone refuses to leave.”

I said. “Of course Rockstar” said Roxy “Malak can you feel Lilith’s presence?” I asked him “right now Arnold, yes but it’s faint” Malak explained “if it’s faint we must follow it to its source but we’ll do that later” said Bierce “right we must focus on the task at hand” I said “right, finding and freeing Pauline, Rosalina, Peach & Daisy and they are located in the Sexual Secrets level” I said “that’s right Arnold” said Yoshi, pushing his eggs out “yes Yosh” said Malak with a smile. I looked at Bowser “Bierce, Malak and Arnold I got the map of the level” said Bowser, I look at map of the level “from the outside it’s your castle but the inside is similar to a tavern/bar also I have to deal wi

He is only wearing a pair of trousers; his shirtless chest is well-sculpted, and Kayola unconsciously swallows her spittle. Her gaze slowly moves from him to the other persons surrounding him, clearly soldiers, judging from their stance. Then she sees him. Standing on one leg, and being supported by crutches, Sebastian is behind the leader, and he is as nervous as they come. Tears flood her eyes as realization hits her rudely. Sebastian had sold the Conscientious Pack out to the Rogues. But why would he do that? Is it because she had mutilated him? Why did he try to rape her? Is that why he caused her so much pain?

The man paused, a sly grin spreading across his face, revealing a row of yellowed teeth. "Tammy, it's me, Desmond. Your cousin-in-law. Vincent's done for, thanks to you. So isn't it up to me now to carry on the Parcelle family line?" Tammy's eyes widened in shock. She hadn't expected this dinner to turn into a deadly trap. Fear crept through her veins, nearly drowning her. Desmond Parcelle didn't bother with words, resuming his vile intentions.

Her counter-script, which had been seconds from deployment, was now crawling, bogged down by the sheer, overwhelming weight of weaponized stupidity. Back in the lab, the delay was costing them dearly. The silver nitrate mist, which had been partially cleared, was thickening again. Marcus, trying to shield Jack from a lunging attacker, took a set of claws across his forearm. The wound wasn't deep, but the instant the silver mist touched his exposed blood, it began to sizzle, a black, necrotic corruption spreading from the gash.

But I could not hear properly anymore. Because the corruption was out. I saw it.. Floating above me like living darkness. Writhing. Screaming. Sora lunged instantly. The wolf roared with enough force to shake the palace as blue-and-gold magic slammed directly into the corruption. And this time, it had nowhere to run. The darkness convulsed violently. Then it simply shattered. It did not explode or dissipate.. just shattered.. Like glass breaking apart beneath unbearable force. The corruption let out one final horrific scream…then disappeared completely.